Hightalon Czarina Dark Feather listened to the panicked cries coming in from the radio console in the bridge of her airship as it, along with the others, finally took off. They had gotten away just in time it seemed since the reports screamed about the shadows attacking, with one order the airships engines took off at maximum power and lifted them into the sky and forward rapidly. There would be losses as she had expected, but more than enough griffons would survive this to allow their empire to continue, they already had infrastructure on the Griffon Islands, mostly a few aircraft runways, and some landing bays for their airships, a small military base, and a power plant to power said base, thankfully the islands had a dedicated oil refinery on them, so fuel would be no issue, the fuel brought however would still be of help as to not strain the refinery's capacity. Hightalon Czarina Dark Feather grabbed a specialized radio and clicked the button. "This is the Hightalon of the Griffon Empire, the Shadows have attacked, we have made a successful evacuation before they arrived, your kingdoms are likely about to be attacked next, I'd advise you to take the precautions needed to survive this, if need be you may evacuate to the Griffon Islands, we will welcome you with open wings and arms, and happily help you until this pandemic is over." She let go of the button, letting the radio go back to its static state.

As she finished the call, she got several reports that evacuations in other cities of the Griffon Empire had gone off as well, almost all had gone well as ordered, several did fail however as the shadows overran the military protecting the airships before they could touch off, however as instructed each one detonated its airbags to prevent enemy capture, it also had the side effect of setting the fuel on fire further causing damage.

Griffon soldiers kept to the air as it was their main advantage against the shadows, one of their only advantages if they didn't have the arcane rifles. Their arcane rifles barked with the sound a unicorn might make when hurling a blast of magic downrange at a target, some of the arcane rifles, being an untested concept, malfunctioned and either refused to fire for the luckier ones, or blew up in their hands dropping them from the sky dead. Civilians mostly managed to get away fleeing to clouds, since griffons could stand on them like pegasi, several however had not been so lucky, not even managing a scream as they had their life drained instantly, their muscle, organs, and flesh, mummifying within seconds, leaving a husk behind of what had once been a living being. One griffon soldier grinned watching the Umbrum fall to arcane rifle fire, taking aim to fire again, pressing the trigger however resulted in his arcane rifle blowing up mere inches away from his face, his dead body falling to the ground with a wet crunch. Modified mark tanks rolled up and fired as well, their arcane cannon booming and adding to the sounds of violence and death while the city began to burn, the umbrum having set fire with their magic to the wood and thatch buildings, causing black fire to rage into the skies.

The soldiers flying didn't actually last too long, the umbrum shot blasts of magic upwards, which if it struck a living creature would quickly and violently begin to grow black crystals into their flesh which would burrow and destroy flesh, bone, muscle, and organs within a matter of moments, leaving them to fall and shatter like morbid gory glass to the concrete below. Those on clouds however remained safe, since clouds could be dragged higher than the Umbrum's beams could reach. Within a single hour the Griffon Empire had been shattered. Those who did not flee from the cities died a violent and sudden death. Several hundreds who knew they would not survive choose rather to end their own lives in a variety of ways, from bullets to the head, to poison in their tea and other beverages, to simply jumping off clouds and not flapping their wings and smashing against the hard, cold, unforgiving ground with a crunch and a wet meaty squelch as their bodies turned to what amounted to roadkill.

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Cloudsdale was being absolutely flooded with ponies looking to find some safe haven away from the chaos down below, black smoke bellowed into the skies above, flames as dark as midnight with no moon being the cause. Ponies fled in terror, some screamed, some tried to fight back, most failed, however special squads of pegasi had weaponized the weather factory and began to drop tornadoes and bottled lightning causing massive damages to their enemy. Umbrum where made of shadow, a strong wind would keep them at bay if one tried, from the reports coming in to Spitfire, other kingdoms are being attacked at the same moment to make the chance higher of winning.

On the ground earth pony soldiers fired their tesla rifles, while unicorns either fired blasts of magic, or raised shields to protect not only themselves, but their fellow soldiers in arms. An Equestrian Telsa Mark tank rolled up, and began to fire a constant stream of electric energy at the umbrum trying to approach it, and sadly for the crew within the tank, it had to stop and let the cannon recharge for five seconds. That five seconds was all it took for the umbrum to slam themselves against the tank, their shadowy forms finding cracks and holes within the armor and seeping in, the crew never knew what hit them as they got turned into husks like anyone else who faced the umbrum unprotected by strong harmonic magics. Princess Celestia herself was busy in the skies of Equestria, using solar fire to burn the abominations from her lands, scorching the ground as she did so, wings glared, her eyes glowing pure white as she glared down at the shadows that dared to harm her ponies, the mourning star in her hand aflame as she swung it, a magical flail enchanted to grow hot enough to melt steel and set itself aflame with white fire. Luna on the other hand was using her shadow daggers to slice through umbrum as if they had never been there to begin with, seeing as the knives had been designed to fight dark magic beings, they where useful against the umbrum. Unknown to them however these where just forces to distract them from the true target, the Tree Of Harmony, and the Crystal Heart.

Meanwhile in the now abandoned city the Abyssians had left behind for the safety of high Equis orbit, the Queen of Shadows grinned looking at the small, miniature crystal heart, and her horn lit with unholy black flames before she touched the baseball sized crystal heart with her horn, watching it turn black and purple, rapidly and violently as it stopped spinning for a few moments, and then continued to spin after it had been corrupted. "Yes...this will do nicely." The Shadow Queen's eyes glinted in joy as she watched the arcane trail which had once been love, corrupt into her own magic and could feel as it began to infect each crystal heart connected to this small one. Soon.

Author's Notes:

Enjoy! OCO

I'd like to mentioned, stop adding my story to random fucking groups, its not a displaced, its not a clopfic, etc, so stop. It's beginning to get annoying having to speak with owners of random ass groups to get my story removed from them.